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Oliver Queen wasn’t the only superhero that dreamed of being a WWE Superstar. Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, had always wanted to add WWE Superstar to his already extensive list. Secretly, of course. No one else knew about his boyish desire to wrestle. Although, the idea probably wouldn’t have surprised the rest of the Avengers seeing as how Tony made them watch RAW, Smackdown, and all of the pay-per-views with him. An idea sparked in that head of his while he was in his workshop.
“JARVIS, get Vince McMahon on the line.”
“Of course, Sir.”
Little did Tony know, while he was discussing his lavish plan with Mr. McMahon, Clint was perched in the ceiling vent listening to the entire conversation. Clint snickered to himself when he heard this plan of Tony’s involved more than just Iron Man himself. He stealthily continued his exploration of the ceiling vent system after Tony had hung up with Mr. McMahon. He couldn’t wait to see everyone’s faces when Tony told them about his plan, especially Steve’s.
Later that day, Tony emerged from his workshop to eat dinner with the rest of the team. As he expected, he was the last one to arrive. Sixteen pizzas sat in the middle of the table, most of which Thor would devour on his own. Tony sat down between Steve and Bruce. Everyone started grabbing some pizza as Tony started talking.
“Everyone listen up, I have an announcement!”
Clint tried to stifle his laugh but failed miserably. Tony shot him an exasperated look and rolled his eyes.
“Seriously, Barton, were you in the ceiling vents again?”
Clint just shrugged as he gave Tony a sneaky smile.
“Anyway, I had a little chat with Vince McMahon today and got a tag team match on RAW next week. Hold your applause, I know I’m awesome.”
He put on a big show of raising his arms and flashing his billion dollar smile at everyone. Leave it to Natasha to focus on only part of his statement. She quirked a brow in his direction with a sly smile.
“So, who’s your partner, Stark?”
He turned to his right and grinned obnoxiously at Steve. Clint, Bruce, and Natasha all gave each other the of course it’s Steve look while Thor bellowed his approval with two pieces of pizza shoved in his mouth. Loki actually laughed at the look on Steve’s face when the realization set in. Steve looked over at Tony, shock written all over his face.
“Seriously, Tony! Why?”
Tony slung his arm around the super soldier.
“Don’t look so shocked, Spangles, you are a national icon you know.”
Tony couldn’t help but stare at how adorable Steve looked while he was flustered. Everyone noticed him staring, except Steve, thank God. Bruce cleared his throat to get Tony’s attention. Tony stopped staring and looked over to Bruce who was quietly laughing. Tony rolled his eyes and started eating.
As everyone finished eating they all went their separate ways. Tony made his way back down to his workshop. He wasn’t in there long before JARVIS spoke.
“Sir, Captain Rogers is requesting access.”
Tony smiled to himself.
“Let him in, J.”
The doors slid open and a still confused looking Steve came walking in. Tony couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he walked over to where Steve was standing.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, Capsicle?”
Steve stopped gazing at the floor and looked at Tony.
“I don’t even know how to wrestle, Tony.”
He sounded half-heartedly annoyed. A win in Tony’s book. Tony stepped a little closer to pat his shoulder.
“I would’ve picked Thor, but I really don’t feel like having to replace an entire arena.”
Steve laughed, and actual real laugh, and wasn’t that music to Tony’s ears. Suddenly Tony realized something. Shit. He could not have possibly been falling for Steve. Ridiculous. He was clearly sleep deprived.
“Tell you what, big guy, I’ll show you some moves tomorrow.”
Steve gave him a shy smile. He was kind of flattered that Tony had wanted him to be his partner.
“How’s six a.m. sound?”
Tony guffawed.
“Have you met me, Steve? How ‘bout noon?”
Steve chuckled and nodded.
“Noon it is then.”